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One last Spark

The Spark Festival was a terrible blow to my ego. I was repeatedly told I’m a genius, I was asked out on a date, I was told I’m an amazing woman and a great teacher and I was told, I like you. And while not everyone at Spark was happy all the time, there was a refreshing directness and honesty in how people communicated. Going in, I knew to expect an adventure, I just didn’t know what that adventure would look like. All sorts of unexpected things happened from a guy in my first workshop deciding he would lead the workshop himself to the woman who refused to participate throughout and then got up and genuinely thanked me at the end. It was a dance to discover how to allow people to be however they were and to have that work for everyone and for the fulfilment of the workshop. I’ve come out exhausted and all used up. And that’s how I like it.

It has been one of those life experiences that nothing anyone could have said beforehand would have impacted the fact that I simply had to experience it for myself. I am a different human being.